The Great Snow Fight of 2019

[fistsofchange]

Who: Everyone
What: People pack snow into little balls and throw them at each other
When: January 30st and probably on and off for a couple of days after
Where: The grounds outside Keystone
Warnings: The weather outside is frightful

There's...not always a lot to do around Keystone Station. Sure there's books and video games and movies but for someone like Lin, who gets antsy when she's cooped up inside for too long, that only holds her attention for so long.

And then it started snowing.

There's only one thing to do about that.

-1-

It was quiet out. Maybe...TOO quiet.

All of the sudden, snowballs started flying out of the gloom, often from strange directions (like directly overhead.). It was followed by the sound of Lin's laughter. Someone's trying to start some shit.

Sure, she COULD have just invited everyone outside and told them, but this seemed more fun.

-2-

After a while, word got around and more people started getting into the spirit of it. Now it's not hunt and ambush so much as just a ton of people in a big confusing melee. Forts have been built. Tenuous alliances have been made. Factions are betraying each other at the drop of a hat, and everything is chaos.

Truly, war is hell.

-3-

This is the prompt for people who have had enough snow fighting for now and are huddled together in the kitchen, where a big ol' pot full of spiced cider is gently simmering on the stovetop making the room nice and warm and also making it smell amazing.

[OOC: Prompt 1 is obviously more focused on Lin specifically, but feel free to use the other 2 for general mingling!

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

No! He just stopped time and moved--you're gonna go in the snowbank.

[burninglight]

You didn't hit him, is what you're telling me. So you missed.

[he loves you so much]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[STEERING toward said snowbank]

You might as well hop in, big boy, cuz otherwise I'm gonna shove you, this is your new home.

[burninglight]

Oh, you're adorable. I don't think so.

[yoink, off the ground goes church at the hands of one deceptively strong noodle of a hobo.]

[motherfucking_ghost]

You!

Are so lucky I don't have my armor right now! I'm gonna steal all the hot chocolate out of the armiger so you can't have any!

Even the little marshmallows!

[burninglight]

You wouldn't dare.

[look at this dumb angry kitten he's holding]

[motherfucking_ghost]

[mad kitty]

Just like I wouldn't dare throw a bucket of snow at you?

[burninglight]

That's different. If you steal my hot chocolate, then I'll be sad. In your direction. And you will have to live with that.

[tall husband is not even a little sorry]

[motherfucking_ghost]

...You fight just as dirty as I do.

[burninglight]

I invented fighting dirty.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You old, old man. Put me down so we can go inside. Unless you wanna carry me the rest of the way...

[burninglight]

I can do that. I do enjoy reminding you I've every ability to carry you like an annoyed cat.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Oh, sure, but like, I don't have any particular problem with you carrying your wet and cold and tired husband over the threshold and taking care of him.

[burninglight]

Of course you don't. Unless I drop you.

[motherfucking_ghost]

But if you drop me, then I can't kiss you.

[burninglight]

Ah, you've outwitted me. How nefarious and clever to call me on my greatest weakness.

[motherfucking_ghost]

You get all weak at the knees for my kisses, you know it's true.

[burninglight]

I absolutely do. You have me hopelessly wrapped around your finger.